Night Out In Chastity Ch 02

Hope didn't know what to expect but when she heard 'pop up club' the image of a dreary old warehouse with rusty walls and barely held together ceiling certainly came to mind. Maybe a few exposed lights and maybe some speakers to give it the slight resemblance to a club.

Yet if someone told her this place had always been here she'd have no problem believing them.

Hope glanced up and around expecting high ceilings and a wide open space.While there was in fact a high ceiling the space was more the size of a ballroom than a large warehouse. On second glance, partitions had been put up, not quite dividing the area into smaller closed off rooms but rather sectionals which people could easily flow through.

They were decorated with a dazzling array of blue lights yet they seemed unusually tasteful for neon. Not haphazardly put up and glaring but in patterns that almost made them resemble tree branches with disproportionately large leaves as their focus.

And much like a standard club it was quite crowded. Not jam packed that she had to struggle just to breath but moving through she had to lightly push through the crowd of bodies to get by.

"Well this place is popular," Hope called out only to realize that her roommate wasn't beside her. "Emma!" She called out again, frantically looking through the crowd. She was afraid to push through in search in case Emma was just a few feet away and any reckless venturing would cause them to get further separated. I mean she just saw her a few seconds ago.

There was another reason to remain still. In the car ride she was well aware of the cage's constant pressure on her struggling cock, an instant reminder of every slight temptation around her. Now she was painfully aware of the cage itself and the fact she was wearing one. Every time someone would bump against her she was afraid the hard outline of her cage would press against them.

"Emma!" she called out again looking around frantically and she felt someone press against her from behind and a hand sneaking along her leg to squeeze her thigh.

Hope jumped before the hand could make contact with the cage and turned to meet the gaze of her lecherous roommate. Only instead of the twin dyed hair of Emma she was met with a head of curly reddish, almost coppery dyed hair with striking gray eyes staring at her.

"Oh, uh-" Hope stammered out, her heart beating rapidly against her ribs as the hand nearly grazed her cage. The tight black corset-like top and the generous helping of cleavage it popped up certainly didn't help her excitement.

"Haha, sorry about that," the girl sang out and both from the slurred speech and the subtle smell of booze Hope could tell she was at least a little drunk, "I was looking for someone."

"Oh, so was I. Just got separated from my friend. Hope tried to slowly back away but a sudden influx of bodies pushed her towards the drunk girl. Her caged cock dangerously close to grinding against her. "Maybe she's by the bar. I'll go check."

"Oh I know where that is," she said, cutting off Hope's escape route, being a head shorter than Hope she looked up with excitement, "I can take you there. Thoughhhh that's not exactly the most fun place here. Me and my friends have been to such a fun place. Want me to take you there? You seem fun too." she glanced down and gestured to the bulge between Hoope's legs, "I'm Maya by the way."

"I - I'm Hope," As the girl continued to approach, Hope continued to struggle to keep her hips thrust back and away from the insistent body, thrusting her breasts out as a consequence, crashing against Maya's face.

"Well thank you for the treat," Maya beamed out, the flush on her cheeks spreading to the nape of her neck. "I feel I need to return the favor. Oh, I know."

She wrapped her arms around Hope's waist. Wandering hands sneaking under Hope's top and grazing the small of her back. Despite the girl's drunk and aggressive disposition her hands were precise and calculated. One circling languidly along the small of her back. Soft soothing sensations that had Hope tingling and easing against the touch while the other ran up and down her side, tickling along her ribs.

The combined sensations had Hope unwittingly melting into the touch. Clenching her lips in a bid to not moan out in soothed pleasure, afraid of emboldening Maya further. Yet her caged and insistent cock seemed to want just that. To embolden the girl that was sending such bursts of heat across her skin.

It throbbed in its cage, fought as if trying to urge Hope's hips forward and bury itself between her thighs, unaware that two layers of denim and a metallic cage separated their sex.

When Maya leapt up and pressed her lips along the tip of Hope's ear, lightly nibbling along the lobe, the sudden influx of heat evaporated all of Hope's resistance. Her retreating hips thrust forward and pressed right against the soft but toned flesh of maya's stomach.

"Hehe, I knew you were fun," the girl smiled victoriously pulling Hope in closer. Then she cocked her head in confusion, arched her back and looked down between them, "this seems ... hard."

Realizing what was happening, Hope was mortified and quickly jumped back but Maya followed quickly after, not letting the flustered redhead escape. Hope soon felt her back meet the wall. She attempted to slip past but Maya quickly grabbed her wrists and pinned her down.

Hope twisted and bucked in a bid to free herself but the smaller girl used her surprisingly strong body to keep Hope trapped. Then she felt a leg between her thighs. This time not just trying to tease and coax a reaction out of her. More aggressive and probing, determined to find answers.

It was then that Hope realized something about the cage. It's primary purpose was to leave her cock caged and aching. No matter how insistently it begged for a touch the merciless steel would not give it the pleasure it so desperately craved. Hope could feel it leak pre cum and fight against the bars of the cage in reaction to Maya's aggressive ministrations. To grind against the smaller girl's leg and bring about an explosion of pleasure the week long denial had yet to make it forget.

Yet it also had an unintended yet perverse side effect. All the frustration, need, desire and sensitivity, Hope realized all of it did not remain isolated in her trapped organ. It was keen to share its frustration with its neighbour, with Hope's dripping cunt that had been overshadowed by the fight between her cock and her cage. Now the insistent leg pressed not only against the cage, but also found the free but neglected lips of her aching sex.

That first contact was nothing like she had felt before. The brush between two layers of denim sending through her a jolt of heat that raced across her abdomen, circled along the twin peaks of her flushed breasts before reaching her mind. A sharp red hot spike of pleasure nearly glazy her vision with lust.

What is this? Oh - oh god what is this? Her knees buckled under her and if not for the hands keeping her pinned she'd have fallen to her knees.

Her resistance finally faded, shattered by the assault on her all too sensitive organ, she moaned. A long drawn out, anguished moan as she failed to hold back. She knew how she must have looked all this time. Skin flushed with arousal, her features contorted in agonized pleasure, a rather embarrassing and pathetic sight she must have been.

That moan, that little sound drawn from deep within her seemed to break the seal within. Signal to every fiber of her being that she had given in. She twisted and writhed but not to fight back, rather to grind her heated and insistent sex against the probing leg.

Yet Maya seemed uninterested in this display. Her discovery drew all of her attention. She prodded and probed the space between Hope's legs unrelentingly. It was gentle at first but soon became firmer and more insistent, "hard, almost like metal."

Her gaze then fell to the key between Hope's breast. Eyes widening and that grin returning with renewed excitement. "Oh wow," she gasped out, stepping in and fully pressing into Hope. Hip to hip and breast to breast the red head's frantic movements smothered.

Hope groaned in frustration, her frantic grinded nearly halted. She twisted her hips in a bid to get some leverage, some motion but Maya had her helplessly in her grasp. She slid down the wall further and was now looking up at the shorter girl, suddenly feeling really small and vulnerable. Her skin so hot and sensitive. Her eyes pleading. Pleading for her to let her go? Pleading for more? She didn't know. All she knew was that her eyes were pleading as the heat within her grew hotter and hotter.

I knew you were fun but - wow," Maya's leg renewed its motions. Now not just probing now, moving with intent. Pulsing and grinding against Hope's heated sex.

"To come here caged. And the red armband too. Mmm, how fun," Maya purred in Hope's ear, the warm breath caressing the red head's already heated skin. Armed with the newfound knowledge it was like she intended to use her entire being to pleasure and tease.

"And you're so cute too. Who wouldn't want to tease you a little." Her voluptuous breasts pressed against Hope's smaller pair. The contact and brushing of nipples against fabric and drawing out jolts of heat. Her free hand drifted along Hope's side, tracing insistent patterns along the skin before gliding up, unfastening the very top button before reaching for the key and twiddling between her fingers. Examining the little sculpted piece of metal that held so much power. "Mmm wonder how much of a mess you'll be by the end of the night."

The assault on her senses unrelenting, Hope threw her head back against the wall. Her moans soundless and desperate, her breath more like short and irregular gasps. The contrast of sensations, one organ denied and caged the other woefully over pleasured, glazed her mind in a fog of desire. She no longer cared where she was. She hadn't for a long while. Not for the people that were around here. Not for why she was here in the first place. Her world fixed on the pretty girl before her and the sensations between her legs. The never ending relentless pleasure.

Then she felt something, a throb, a tingle. A sensation both familiar and foreign. A pressure building deep within her. She didn't know what it was. But as the sensation grew more desperate and needy she began to identify that primal urge within her. That orgasm she so desperately craved building up within her.

To cum she'd always had to stroke her cock. To pleasure both her throbbing penis and finger and desperate cunt. She couldn't cum while caged. Or could she? She'd never tried to pleasure just one. She just assumed it was impossible.

Yet here it was. That constant familiar buildup as Maya continued to relentlessly pleasure her - oh who was Hope kidding, she was now humping Maya's leg like she was in heat. Her caged cock no longer just throbbing, a constant desperate pulsing as if fighting to release despite its enclosure. Now profusely leaking pre cum as if clearing the way for the coming explosion.

Hope's free hand grasped Maya's shoulder for support and gazed deep into her amused eyes. "Pl - please," she moaned. Not quite sure what she was begging for. Now riven only by her primal, pleasure seeking urges.

"Haha if you insist," at the invitation Maya drew even closer, their bodies melted in a depraved lustful dance. The smaller girl now taking her own pleasure from hope, grinding not just her leg but her hips against the red head. "Go on, keep going," she prodded with a lust tinted teasing tone as she let slip a moan.

Hope leaned in, their lips almost touching. Their warm breath intermingled as the pressure grew and grew. She was getting there. Closer and closer to that desperate release she thought not possible in her predicament. It was a lot slower than usual but felt oh so good.

For a brief moment she looked past Maya, at the bright strobing lights of the club. Her unfocused gaze made out the silhouettes of the clubbers. A jolt of clarity pierced through the lusty haze and she felt a panic and shame well up at the spectacle she must be making of herself.

Yet Maya drew her gaze back to her. The obvious need reigniting the desperation within Hope. A pinch to her nipple - not soft and sensual but hard and insistent - drew out all other thoughts from her. Trapping her in the moment.

"I - oh- I'm" The pressure within her reached a breaking point. As if it would all be released with just the briefest of triggers. Her cock feeling hotter than it ever had despite the tight confines. Her cunt matched its intensity as it pulsed with need, desperate to make up for its companions lack of stimulus.

"Ah fuck." Maya's desperation matched Hope's. Approaching the same plateaus they both desperately wanted to cross. "I'll be in so much trouble. Oh but it feels soo good," she moaned out over and over again like a mantra. Eyes now clenched. Focused on drawing out as much of her own pleasure as possible.

Hope could feel herself hanging off the plateau right before orgasm. She was soo close. The pressure at the very tip of her caged cock enough to drive her feral. Her trapped pulsing shaft tingling right at the precipice. She ground herself relentlessly. Seeking those last few pulses of pleasure she would need to go over. "Oh - I'm - I'm cum-"

Reaching the edge, the final moments of an explosive orgasm, the pressure on her cunt suddenly disappeared,ripped away at her moment of release. "Oh- nooo," she let out a nearly pained groan, continuing to desperately hump the air. Her mind was unable to process that she had been oh so cruelly denied.

She looked up pleadingly at Maya. Silently asking why the girl stopped but noticing the same look of anguish on the shorter girl's features. Her body too trembled with need and about to buckle over if not for the arm holding her up while pulling her back.

"Alright. That's enough you two," the figure holding back Maya replied. It was a woman probably only a little taller than Hope but with her knees bent and buckling the stranger might as well be a giant. At first she seemed to wear a tight black romper that hugged her muscular figure but on second glance it was a form fitting black top and leather shorts combo.

"I know we're here to have fun but this ain't the section for that. You want to get raunchy you know where to go," her short blacked bobbed hair framed her stern but amused expression as she eyed Hope up and down. She gestured something, but Hope, still mourning her denied orgasm, continued to mindlessly grind at nothing.

"Right right, sooo sorry," enthusiastically replied Maya, her disappointment quickly replaced with a smile, recovering a lot quicker than Hope did, "just got a little excited is all haha. We'll be a little more mindful."

"See that you are. But do make sure to keep having fun," she replied with a wink at the two of them before walking away.

Maya looked at Hope with something almost like pity at the state she was in but quickly that mischief returned, "well that was fun. We should definitely play more later. You know where to find me." She raised her arm and on her wrist was a red arm band. With a little jingle she too wandered off, leaving Hope to stare at her figure till she was swallowed up by the crowd.

Now alone Hope crumbled into the wall. Her legs frozen she leant against it for dear life. Her heart racing she steadied herself, taking long deep breaths to calm herself. Only then did she notice the people around. Some looked at her shyly and awkwardly not really sure where to look, others disapprovingly at the spectacle she made of herself but most seemed to gaze at her with lecherous glee, eying her up and down.

Blushing and suddenly very conscious of herself, Hope stood up and with a few light slaps to the face tried to get back her focus. Yet even if she could hide it on the outside, her insides were alight. Her core burning and hungry with a need that demanded attention. Her cunt continued to pulse as if reaching out for the missing pleasure and her cock throbbed along with it, unable and unwilling to soften as it fought to escape its prison.

Hope knew what she had to do. She looked around but still a little hazy and disoriented she couldn't make out what was what under the strobing lights. Swallowing her shame she approached the nearest person, "excuse me where is the-" Feeling someone grab tug at her sleeve, she turned in surprise and relaxed seeing a familiar bright red ruby smile.

"Finally found you," Emma said excitedly, grabbing Hope's Arm and tugging, "let's try not to get separated. Come on now, I found the bar. It's this way."

"Just uh-" Hope let Emma drag her along. Her roommate's grasp on her felt nice. The soft but firm hands grasping her excited and sensitive skin welcome. As she was dragged insistently past the crowds her insides were almost a flutter.

Hope became very aware of every movement and bounce of her roommate's breast when she shoved past a group. The heart shaped window of her tight black top seems to stretch and provide just a little more of a treat. If she moved just a little more would Hope be able to see the outline of her nipples.

She pulled herself closer, almost pressing herself into her roommate. It felt nice to be close. With each step she felt the wetness of her panties press against her slit. Her condition is in no small part a result of Emma's ministrations. Her gaze then dropped to the hem of Emma's black and white plaid skirt that barely reached an inch or two below the thighs. The soft creamy skin drawing another throbbing reaction from her heated nether reaction.

Was Emma as excited as her? As wet as her? She was teasing her all night wasn't she? Was she enjoying it as much as she was? Hope felt her free hand reach for her roommate's thighs intending to slip underneath the short teasing article and investigate her heated core.

No, no, this isn't right.

Shaking her head she threw away the lecherous thoughts. A fresh blush of shame blossoming at what she almost succumbed to the intrusive thoughts of her heated nether regions. She freed herself and struggled not to let her gaze fall below her roommate's brown eyes and lips now curved downwards in concern, "I just need to quickly use the restroom."

"Sure, it's over there," she said, gesturing in a direction, "you sure you're okay? Maybe we should head back after all. You seem a little flushed."

Emma reached a concerned hand forward but Hope avoided it, "yeah it's nothing. I'll be back soon," and turned to rush to the restroom, Pushing past the crowd with reckless abandon, apologizing as she nearly spilled someone's drink.

Slamming the door behind her, she sighed out in relief, the club bathroom uncharacteristically empty. It was not exactly well lit but the lights were less strobing and Hope could make out her flushed look of excitement. "Fuck, I need to take care of that quickly."

Finding and locking the cleanest stall she undid her jeans and was shocked to find the state she was in. Of course her panties were soaked, that was expected. She could of course feel her cock struggling to harden against the bars but the head looked engorged and angry. She lightly lightly grazed it between the bars and held back a hiss, her cock throbbing constantly for a near full minute from the light stimulation. "Wow, you really need it, don't you?"

Her pussy lips did no better, Pulsing in rhythm with her cock. Her lips had engorged before but now it looked puffy and desperate. Eager to take her fingers and hump to that release she'd recently been denied. Just the memory was enough to send her heart a breathing and her nether regions a throbbing. She resisted the urge to experiment with her pussy lips. Knowing she would not stop once she began and not intending to begin till she was free to fully enjoy herself. "Just give me a moment and we can get started."